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Αρμενιστης-Γιωργος Μάκρας& Κωστας Μάκρας.Στίχοι Δημητρης Βλάχος

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Τριγυρνάς στις αρχαίες γραφές
Σαν σκυλί που μυρίζει κυνήγι
Ίχνη νήματα λέξεις σοφές
Κι η ψυχούλα σου νάτην ανοίγει
Κι η ψυχούλα σου νάτην ανοίγει

Τα φτερά σου σε πάνε ψηλά
Σε κορφές που το χιόνι σκεπάζει
Με τα ψέματα κάνεις τροχιές
Που ο χρόνος για σένα χαράζει
Που ο χρόνος για σένα χαράζει

Αρμενιστή
Αρμενιστή
Το καράβι σου μην το τσακίσεις
Τροπικές σε καλούν αγκαλιές
Στο παράπονο μην τις αφήσεις

Αρμενιστή
Αρμενιστή
Τον εξάντα σου τώρα να σπάσεις
Ό, τι ζεις είν' αυτό που θαρρώ
Το ταξίδι σε κάνει να πιάσεις

Δώσε μια δώσε δυο έλα εδώ
Που το παν είναι ένα και φέγγει
Στους μαστόρους της μοίρας θα πω
Να σε πάνε στου κόσμου τη στέγη
Να σε πάνε στου κόσμου τη στέγη

Αρμενιστή
Αρμενιστή
Το καράβι σου μην το τσακίσεις
Τροπικές σε καλούν αγκαλιές
Στο παράπονο μην τις αφήσεις

Αρμενιστή
Αρμενιστή
Τον εξάντα σου τώρα να σπάσεις
Ό, τι ζεις είν' αυτό που θαρρώ
Το ταξίδι σε κάνει να πιάσεις

Χριστίνα Λάμπρου - Γιώργος Μάκρας - Ανοιξε γιατί δεν αντέχω

Γιώργος Μάκρας - Ιππότης κι εραστής

Βροχή και σήμερα _ Δ.ΓΑΛΑΝΗ

Κοίτα με στα μάτια - Δήμητρα Γαλάνη

Λαβύρινθος

George Harrison & Bob Dylan - Yesterday (1970)

verse

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they′re here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There′s a shadow hanging over me.

Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

pre-chorus

Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

chorus

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

pre-chorus

Why she had to go I don′t know she wouldn′t say

I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

chorus

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm

Writer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Γιώργος Νταλάρας - Τ’ Αγάλματα Του Χαλεπά (Official Lyric Video)

Τ’ αγάλματα του Χαλεπά παίρνουν ψυχή τα βράδια κι όποιος ακόμη αγαπά κρυφά τα μάρμαρα ακουμπά και ψάχνει τα σημάδια Ο κόσμος ο πληθυντικός κι ο πόνος μου ο ένας σε μιαν Ιθάκη σε ζητώ μα είμαι ο Κανένας Με μαύρα λόγια και βαριά και χέρια σταυρωμένα και μία πενιά παρηγοριά σου γράφω στίχο μαχαιριά μοναδικά για σένα Ο κόσμος ο πληθυντικός κι ο πόνος μου ο ένας σε μιαν Ιθάκη σε ζητώ μα είμαι ο Κανένας

Μίκης Θεοδωράκης - Μου μιλάτε για κείνον

ΜΕΣ ΤΗΝ ΤΑΒΕΡΝΑ - ΣΤΕΛΙΟΣ ΚΑΖΑΝΤΖΙΔΗΣ

ΚΟΝΤΑ ΣΟΥ Βασίλης Γισδάκης (Πολυδούρη - Δημ.Κάσσαρης) (Official video cl...

Bob Dylan - Visions of Johanna (Official Audio)

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Lyrical Review of Bob Dylan's "Visions Of Johanna"

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

Bob Dylan - To Fall In Love With You

Bob Dylan // North Country Blues (Newport Folk Festival 1963)

Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty

In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
'Till one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him

Well, a long winter's wait from the window I watched
My friends they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was soon shut, and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Till a man come to speak, and he said in one week
That number eleven was closing

They complained in the East, they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing

So the mining gates locked, and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking

I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
'Till one morning's wake, the bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children

The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

Στίχοι

Well, I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well, you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
'Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes, I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

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